Fantasy and Fighting with a new hero....
- Gregory Daly
- Jan 3, 2020
- 2 min read
In the ancient town of Thoraack there stood the strong immortal, Begoram, the giant stealth warrior, destroyer of evil and deceit, and the forces sent to bring chaos into the world. Begoram had no equal in the known world; only the Gods held the forces of chaos and order, capable of striking him down to the Earth, where he would taste the soil of mortality, and the wounds of death.
Begoram wield his mighty sword like a child would hold a fork, and like a cobra that was startled, he was ready to strike at any moment. His greatest strength though, was his wit and resourcefulness. He would go on in battle, not laying down for a moments rest. His hunger for justice and valour would be his weapons against hate and wickedness. He stood tall and strong, fire in his hair, sky in his eyes, and water in his blood and the solid earth in his bones, with the spirit of the winds he would strike fear into his enemies and awe onto his followers.
The great Begoram was ready to lay assault to the evil enemy, Lorkark, who was a mighty adversary indeed. Lorkark had the intelligence to match Begoram, but perhaps lacked the one thing needed to destroy his opponent, was strength and purpose. Lorkark was a great wielder of the battle axe and dagged bow. He would spear an opponent in the flash of an eye, piercing their torso in the middle of the chest, penetrating the vital heart or puncturing their lungs, disabling their ability the take breaths. One would not stand within throwing distance of Lorkark if he had you as a prey. He never missed his mark, only the hardness of an elephant’s femur bone shield could propel the spear darted at you by Lorkark. Yet, that would not enable you victory. Lorkark would move in swinging his double bladed battle axe in a fervour and fury ready to strike you down. No shield could withstand its momentous attack: it would crack your shield in two, striking down into your body, ending your life and any chance of retaliation. Only the swiftness of step could find you with body intact, and a chance at smiting the infamous warrior.
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